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the sun is a golden train / rolling up the sky to bring / a cargo of warmth and love // from the east to the west / lay your head upon my breast / my darling do not cry
By Jonathan Potterthe sun is a golden train / rolling up the sky to bring / a cargo of warmth and love // from the east to the west / lay your head upon my breast / my darling do not cry